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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'ma um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the heat [no back, im here forever]

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i kick rhymes,
you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly chicken loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, to the mamas thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of in black bags.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.